After a two year — uh – hiatus, we’re happy to present almost two hours of hot new Fatcast action! (YES, featuring my charming lisp and multitudinous “y’know”s!)

In this episode, Marianne and I discuss how incredibly difficult it can be to take care of yourself, and it’s a little less upbeat than we planned. Subjects covered include “fitnessing,” feeding ourselves, setting boundaries, getting medical care, and developing a personal style. Also we agree that HILLS ARE TERRIBLE.

This is the uncut recording from our live Fatcast on May 1. Unfortunately, technical difficulties prevented us getting a high-quality recording, so the sound on this is… not great. It starts off kinda quiet, but once we start using the amplifier setup, it does improve a little bit.

Anyway, our apologies for the lousy sound, but we hope you dig it anyway!

This is a short episode in which Marianne and I discuss our excitement for this weekend’s Fat Girl Fleamarket, and the live Fatcast happening at Re/Dress the Sunday after. We also have a case of the giggles.

I only just realized it now, but today marks one year since we started this thing. HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATCAST!

In this episode, Marianne and I are dispensing with the usual “big topic” format and talking about a bunch of random crap, from Tumblr’s capacity for social justice organizing to whether Taco Bell is evil. Do enjoy.

Also known as the Sexy Fatcast About Sexy Sexytimes Sex. We answer listener questions in our inimitable way. This is probably our least-worksafe episode ever. You were warned. Seriously, wear headphones. Then it’ll be like we’re shouting filthy things directly into your brain!

This is always a good time. Isn’t it? Marianne solicited listener queries on Twitter, and we take a stab at responding to them. Topics include dealing with food policing, diet talk, body checking, and bad gift ideas.

Food! You need it. No getting around it. But it’s such a loaded subject, rife with guilt and pleasure and morality and… more guilt. In this episode we talk about it.

[NB: We had chronic connection problems during this recording, which is why it’s taken so long to edit and post, but I didn’t want to hold it back any longer trying to fix thing lest folks come after me with pitchforks and torches. I haven’t actually listened to it all the way through so I apologize for any other little surprises therein.]

Following Lane Bryant’s Twitter dramaz, one of the more common expressions of dismay we’ve both personally felt and heard was, yeah, sure, I hate Lane Bryant, but where the hell else am I going to find affordable and comfy bras? Both bra-shopping and bra-wearing are fraught — FRAUGHT! — with horrors and frustrations. Today we’re talking boobs, and bras, and underthings.

Are you interested in the last TV show Marianne liked? Well, you’re going to hear about it anyway. In this episode we talk about “Movie Night”, shirtless boys, our difficult relationship with Chloe, and Poppy’s revelation.

This is essentially raw audio, as I’ve been so busy this week that editing has taken a backseat, but I didn’t want to hold back on releasing this any longer.

Awhile back I’d mentioned having a couple hilarious stories about breaking shit, and our listeners were totally into the idea of laughing at these potentially-humiliating experiences. FINALLY THE TALES ARE TOLD.

This is basically raw audio, so enjoy a fatcast that is even less edited than usual.

So Marianne has started watching Huge, and so now she has thoughts about it, as do I. In this episode, we discuss tennis douchebags, mean girls, Alistair’s yet-to-be-determined sexual orientation, and The Horror of the Vanishing Muffin, all in the context of body politics and social justice. Oh, and if you haven’t seen Dead Poets’ Society and plan to watch it in the near future, you might want to skip this one because Marianne basically spoils the whole movie.

Fatness wreaks havoc with gender, no matter how you identify. This here is part one of a multi-part conversation about fatness and gender identity, and consists mostly of personal anecdotes from Marianne and I speaking as cisgendered laydees.